Mayne, Jasper · published 1639 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638(?)] (Annals) comedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
But you would have her secret, able to keep Strange sights from th' knowledge of your Knight when you Are married, Madam, of a quick feigning head? You wrong me, Baneswright, she whom I would have, Must to her handsome shape have virtue too. Well Madam I shall fit you. I do know A choleric Lady which within these three weeks Has, for not cutting her corns well, put off Three women; and is now about to part With th' fourth, just one of your description. Next change o'th' Moon, or weather, when her feet Do ache again, I do believe I shall Pleasure your Ladyship. Expect your reward. LAdy, let me taste the Elysium of your lips. Why what are you? you will not leap me, Sir, Pray know your distance. What am I sweet Lady? My Father is an Alderman's fellow, and I Hope to be one in time. Then, Sir, in time You may be remembered at the quenching of Fired houses, when the bells ring backward, by Your name upon the Buckets. Nay they say You have a good wit Lady, and I can find it as soon as another: I in my time have been Oth' University, and should have been a scholar. By the size of your wit, Sir, had you kept To that profession, I can foresee You would have been a great persecuter of Nature, And great consumer of rush Candles, with As small success, as if a Tortoise should Day and night practise to run races: Having Contemplated yourself into ill looks, In pity to so much affliction, You might ha' passed for learned: and 't may be, If you had fallen out with the Muses, and scaped Poetry, you might have risen to scarlet. Here's a rare Lady with all my heart, by this Light Gentlemen, now have I no more language Than a dumb parrot, a little more she'll jeer me Into a fellow that turns upon his toe In a steeple and strikes quarters. And why should you Be now so dainty of your lips? verily They are not Virgins, they have tasted Man. And may again but then I'll be secured, For the sweet air o'th' parties. If you Will bring it me confirmed under the hands Of four sufficient Ladies that you are Clean men, you may chance kiss my woman. Lady, Our lips are made of the same clay that yours, And have not been refused. 'tis right you are Two Inns of Court-men. Yes, what then? Known Cladders Through all the Town. Cladders? Yes, Catholick Lovers, From Country Madams to your glover's wife, Or Laundress; will not let poor Gentlewomen Take physic quietly, but disturb their pills From operation with your untaught visits. Or if they be employed, contrive small plots Below stairs with the Chambermaid; commend Her fragrant breath, which five yards of salutes, At four deflowers a Rose, at three kills spiders.
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But you would have her secret, able to keepe Strange sights from th' knowledge of your Knight vvhen you Are married, Madam, of a quick faining head? You vvrong me, Baneswright, she vvhom I vvould have, Must to her handsome shape have vertue too. Well Madam I shall fit you. I doe know A cholerick Lady which within these three weekes Has, for not cutting her cornes vvell, put off Three vvomen; and is now about to part With th' fourth, just one of your description. Next change oth' Moone, or vveather, vvhen her feet Doe ake againe, I doe believe I shall Pleasure your Ladiship. Expect your reward. LAdy, let me tast the Elizium of your lips. Why what are you? you will not leap me, Sir, Pray know your distance. What am I sweet Lady? My Father is an Aldermans fellow, and I Hope to be one in time. Then, Sir, in time You may be remembred at the quenching of Fired houses, when the bells ring backward, by Your name upon the Buckets. Nay they say You have a good wit Lady, and I can finde it Assoone as another: I in my time have been Oth' University, and should have been a scholler. By the size of your wit, Sir, had you kept To that profession, I can foresee You would have been a great persecuter of Nature▪ And great consumer of rush Candles, with As small successe, as if a Tortoise should Day and night practise to run races: Having Contemplated your selfe into ill lookes, In pitty to soe much affliction, You might ha past for learned: and 't may be, If you had fallen out with the Muses, and Scapt Poetry, you might have risen to scarlet. Heres a rare Lady with all my heart, by this Light Gentlemen, now have I no more language Then a dumb parrot, a litle more shee'l jeere me Into a fellow that turnes upon his toe In a steeple and strikes quarters. And why should you Be now so dainty of your lips? verily They are not Virgins, they have tasted Man. And may againe but then Ile be secur'd, For the sweet ayre oth' parties. If you Will bring it me confirm'd under the hands Of foure sufficient Ladies that you are Cleane men, you may chance kisse my woman. Ladie, Our lips are made of the same clay that yours, And have not been refused. Tis right you are Two Inns of Court-men. Yes, what then? Known Cladders Through all the Towne. Cladders? Yes, Catholick Lovers, From Countrye Madams to your Glovers wife, Or Laundresse; will not let poore Gentlewomen Take physick quietly, but disturb their pills From operation with your untaught visits. Or if they be imployd, contrive small plots Below staires with the Chamber-maid; commend Her fragrant breath, which five yards of salutes, At foure deflowers a Rose, at three kils spiders.